Back to black?

Oh, it was bound to happen. In the words of Amy:

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

He's gone now. Decided to try his hand at something that he really wanted. What's a guy to do? Probably move on and keep vicariously living through circuitry. The ones and zeros. The troubled track of those pennies rolling up the pipe of life.
Happy New Year?